Isn’t that why I’m marrying you?

Ares continued to chat with Abdan for some time, offering more and more meat to the people. The long shadow of the fort began to encroach onto their meal and Ares looked up towards the sun.

"I suppose it's getting late." Ares said and then he cracked his neck on either side. "I will sleep here for the night, and then in the morning we can make our way to Rivea."

"Are we not in Reevea?" Abdan asked.

"The continent, sure. This whole land is Rivea, but I mean our city." Ares then paused to think for some time, looking out to the soldiers he had sent out that had just moved to make the land their own. Rivea only had close to about a thousand soldiers, and with the enemy being the most elite units, they may struggle if Ares didn't also enter the fray. Then again, Rivea would easily have another few hundred from those that would grab weapons and enter the fray too.

"Is something the matter?" Abdan asked.